Jacob has, just once, been involved with the derailing of a trail off the edge of a cliff. The roar of the crashing balcony isn't as metallic as that, it's as organic as what happens behind them. But it's still a cacophony of noise, of breaking beams, of breaking bones, of things falling from height. He's almost glad that he can't look back, that he has to steer their mount through the gates into the area behind the arena, because it's not going to be pretty.

The other rider must have been killed pretty quickly if he didn't jump away. The other rhino had no such luck, its single-minded pursuit left it no chance. Jacob feels sorry for it, just like he does the horses that end up entangled in the wrecks of carriages, so when Hector, with that broken voice, says he will see to it, Jacob nods. He's got a blade, not a fighting one, but sharp, tucked into his belt, just like many Ephians do. He unclasps it, sheath and all, and holds it behind him. He doesn't know if Hector has a weapon, or there's any around here, but it feels like the least he should do.

Their own mount has slowed, recognising the place but also because it's no longer being urged to run, and its sides heave with deep, exhausted breaths. Clearly, running like that for such a long time is not what these creatures are meant to do.

But there are large cages in the cool darkness in here. Some are more like crates, some are stables with iron walls and doors set into the stone, strong enough to contain an angry lion and perhaps a rhino. He thinks here is the best, safest place to leave the creature, and let it recover.

Once in said stall, Jacob carefully gets down, slipping from the strange saddle as the rhino drinks deeply from a long trough, and makes his way out before the creature can charge him again- if it had the energy. Locking it in, he makes his way back towards Hector.

"Are you alright?" It seems the only thing to really ask, after the chaos of the last few minutes.